Angels Working Overtime

She was born at the rest stop on the Kansas state lineIn the back of a Dodge in the summer timeHer momma named her Indiana like thier license plateAnd with the hum of the tires on the interstateShe was cryin'they left her at a Denny's up in ColoradoIn a blanket with her name written on a noteThat said, "Forgive us Lord for not takin' herBut this child has a better chance of makin' itIn someone else's arms"And it's a crazy thingFate has perfect wingsAll the way down the lineAngels working overtimeShe was raised in a place called Cheyenne WellsBut she never fit in and everyone could tellThat she didn't belong in some prairie townAnd when she turned eighteen she bought a ticket outOn a GreyhoundThey stopped a few minutes out of Santa FeShe got out for a smoke and they drove awayShe hitched a ride with a boy right out of schoolHe said "I'm headed out west"and she said "Me too"If that's all rightAnd it's a crazy thingFate has perfect wingsAll the way down the lineAngels working overtimeIt took a couple hundred miles 'till they fell in loveAnd if it ever was the only thing good enoughAnd in a moment of passion in a motel roomThey held on tight and their aim was trueNow they're countin' down the daysAnd dreamin' all night in an apartment in L.A.And it's a crazy thingFate has perfect wingsAll the way down the lineAngels working overtimeAnd it's a crazy thingFate has perfect wingsAll the way down the lineAngels working overtimeShe was born at a rest stop on the Kansas state lineAngels workin' overtimeShe was cryinShe was cryinShe was cryin